Five
Duncan
Hearing her suddenly husky voice beg for my cock is something I have been waiting on for a long time. She is finally under me and it’s all I can do to keep from coming on the smooth creamy skin of her soft belly. I want to give it all to her, but I just can’t get enough of her sweet honey. She is writhing underneath me and her being vocal is ramping me up. I want all her cries of pleasure for me. It is irrational that I care so much that other people can hear her.
“Keep it quiet for now, lass, and I’ll give ye everything.” I pull her knees up to her chest and align my dripping cock to her pretty pink pussy, then slowly slide inside of her. Her breathing increases as does mine. As I push past her maidenhead, I feel as though I have died and gone to Heaven as I slide deeper and deeper into her. When she doesn’t cry out in pain, I give her more.
“Dunc, please. More,” she whispers. Her ankles lock around my neck and her fingers are lit up bright. Flexible as she is, I still have her bent in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Again, I wonder at the differences in our sizes. When her fingers wrap around my biceps, they start to burn. This is my little witch's way of marking me. As she continues to burn the shape of her hands on me, I can do nowt but throw my head back, and the growl that escapes me is partly me and partly my bear. Slamming into her even harder, I know that I need to mark her quickly. I reach up to my neck and unlock her ankles to set her legs down so that her black-tipped toes are flat on the bed. I pull all the way out of her tight heat and glance down to see her virgin blood glistening on my cock. I am pleased by this. It is filthy and debauched but ask me if I care.
She looks like she is about to protest the loss of me, but I quickly turn her over and put her on all fours. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I line my cock back up with her pussy and slam inside of her. I repeat this over and over until we are both mindless.
“Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes.” She cries over and over.
“Feck Gypsy. Ye are my Mate. Say ye are my Mate,” I demand.
“I am. Yours. All yours.”
“I take ye as such,” I growl out, before sinking my teeth into her neck. I have heard this will bind her to me as well as intensify her orgasm. My release floods her walls with my seed and I pray it takes hold. I sheath my teeth and kiss the wound to promote good healing. Running a finger over the mark causes her to shudder and her pussy to contract around me, tightening on my cock once more. I am still rock hard.
“Can ye take more, lass?”
“I can take whatever you got, Mate,” she pants. I pull out of her suddenly and move her to her back once again.
“Don’t say things ye cannae possibly mean. Teasing me willnae do.”
“Take what you want. It’s all yours,” her reply is breathy and exactly what I need to hear.
I look down into her eyes and slide into her slowly. “I will ne’er get tired of this, Gypsy. Ne’er.”
The Light from her fingertips is soothing when she touches me this time, but it is intense all the same. Once I have sated us several more times, I insist we use the large tub. After a short soak, we climb into bed scunnered.
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When I am awakened the next day, I see that the sun is already high overhead. I glance over at the clock and see that it is already twelve- thirty. Gypsy’s sweet mouth is wrapped around my cock and it is almost too much first thing in the morning.
“What are ye doing, lass?” Her mouth audibly pops off of my cock.
“Hopefully. Pleasing. You.” Each word is punctuated by a long flick of her tongue over the head of my cock.
“Ye are, but ye dinnae have to dae that,” I say, trying to pull her up to me.
“I know I don’t have to, Duncan. I want to. I need to. I love the way you taste, and I want more of it.
She continues to torture me with her pretty mouth.
“Lass. If ye dinnae move off, I am goin to fill yer mouth.” With that she moans, sucking me even harder and I have no choice. I come, shuddering as she swallows it all down.
“Good morning,” she says sleepily, as she comes back up to lay on her pillow.
“I think it is afternoon,” I say rolling over to her.
“Semantics,” she says shrugging, as she tries to get up from the bed.
“Where ye goin, lass? I think I need a wee kiss to start the day,” I say pulling her back to me. She doesn’t protest and gives me what I need. When we pull away, she gets up and heads for the loo.
When she returns, she drops to her knees in front of her suitcase. She roots around inside until she finds what she is looking for.
“Get up, baby. I’m starvin’. We got things to do today. I can feel it.” I watch as she slides some cutoff jean shorts on. My bear chuffs, as do I with the length of said shorts. “What?” she asks.
“Those are too short,” I deadpan.
“Well, they are shorts. Besides, it’s still hot out during the day and I am already yours. What does it matter what I am wearing?” I hate that she makes a good point.
“Fine,” I say going to tend to my own morning abolitions.
When I come back out, I pull on some clean jeans and a t-shirt. I note that Gypsy has finished dressing. She has on a pair of brown cowboy boots and an Evanescence t-shirt.
“Fuck, ye are so adorable,” I say as I pull her into my arms for a kiss.
“Thanks. Let’s go. Food,” she says as she picks up her purse, leaving me with the bags. I chuckle. She sure has a one-track mind.
I find that I do as well. I was quite gentle with her last night, but I know tonight will be different.
Tonight, things will get broken.